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maurice-lenox26 · 5 years ago
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Route 50 Sonnet
Along the road, contemplating last bus missed                                                      and golden opportunities--”if only”                                                                          is empty, listless...
Exhausted thought, plodding along open                                                                highway, vision sharpens and it appears                                                                clearly, the swollen
sky incapable of containing divine                                                                          secrets, highway signs gleaned approximate, prom-                                             --ising terminal climb           
onward, and for the lack of anything missed                                                            for opportunities are illusory in beguiling mist.     
Samuel Maurice (c) October, 2019                           
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inkandpins · 6 years ago
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Sonnet #2: COLD COFFEE
As soon as I’m awake I’m aware of the smell of fried eggs and coffee beans. Light hits my eyes with a strong glare, pouring brightness into our bed.
Eyes open, I’m aware that the world is moving, running without me. Blue shirt discarded in an empty chair a dent in my pillow in the shape of your head.
When I close my eyes, I’m aware I won’t get to rest, the night  has other things planned for us.
As soon as I am asleep, I am aware your coffee was left untouched, cold in your cup. You won’t be here when I get up. 
N.Y. 09.18.
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putrilyy · 5 years ago
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Through the Summer Storm
When the rain poured down in the hot ambiance of summer, The daunting mem’ry of the hopeless young romance came back; The midnight throes of when we were dressed in dapper, It reminds me of nothing but everything that we lack;
When the rain poured down with tears of sorrow, The grieve remembrance of the feelings of being forlorn; The sound of your voice smother in mellow, The promises that thou created only to be torn;
When the sun smiles down to the ever-lasting heart of mine, I’ve mastered the unpredictable summer storm; I shan’t again open the tightly clutched heart of mine, Anon, make thy way to reform;
When the sun was piercing through the o’ forgotten smiles, I’ve given a chance to love myself again; The coward courage heart was steeled before it seals, Only to be given to those who are able to decorate the heart shrine;
The chapter of our sordid tales have finally come to an end, The end of a love life that shan’t happen again!
Putri Athirah binti Azman, “Through the Summer Storm”
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enterintocreation · 10 years ago
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One of the ones I actually like so you can read this
The Death Dance
  Is a tree really life if family fails to observe
LIFE no worth of product, power, prowess and
Proof; performance: optic nerve notice concluding concrete callous cause of
Death: equals end, dead, done, the marvelous metaphor for finished,
Fine, done. Missing is anticipative, confident, optimistic positive of
Forever GONE. Lost is a chance to be found
When life, living being, seeing, bleeding, knowing, doing are
Gone. Done dead deceased departed heaven-or-hell bound,
Down, no nocturne numb necro night-infinite inanimate datum of department,
Deceased death. There’s a lack in genuine lucid loving crying
When it’s missing, not martyred.
No infamous fibbing fable of backstory
Tale telling heroic, conflicting, injury and infection inflicting
Dance with death.
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